Psalm 61
I loved the way this psalm began: “Hear my cry, O God; listen to my prayer. From the ends of the earth, I call to you.” (vs 1-2)
Here, I got a picture of David standing somewhere beyond the horizon, farther than the eye can see, with his hands cupped around his mouth, shouting out to God. In my mind’s image, there was nothing else on the earth—just David calling out to the Lord.
I’m not sure why my mind’s eye saw David standing alone… when the reality is that there are more than 7 billion people on our planet. The earth is anything but desolate. It is filled to the brim with people and activity and noise—ceaseless, endless noise. Yet no matter where we are, God hears our cry. He listens to our prayer.
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I don’t know how God can hear it all, but I am sure that if all 7 billion of us prayed to God at the same time, God would hear 7 billion prayers at the same time. It would not be gibberish to Him. It would not be a cacophony of sound. Each prayer would be precious to Him.
God is everywhere. We can call to Him—even from the very ends of the earth—and He will listen to us. We don’t have to vie for attention. We don’t have to jockey for position. We are heard and loved and attended to… right here, right now, right where we are.
There is nowhere we can be that God cannot be. He is everywhere. Right beside us.
Even to the ends of the earth.
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